Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox Chapter 13: I’ll Let You Take Advantage This Once

Editor: Henyee Translations

But that sentence felt like a kind of unspoken suggestion.

What can make a man feel like he’s in heaven?

She couldn’t help but think askew—everyone else’s world is colorful, while hers is only yellow in front of handso guys.

But as a woman like her, she loves to play dumb.

Song Yi licked her lips, her eyes blank: "I don’t quite understand your aning?"

"Suspected of seducing and bribing , Miss Song, the suspicion of committing a cri is even greater."

"..." Song Yi’s tongue pressed against her cheek in distaste, what a freaking cri.

If she were to commit a cri, she’d first chop off this dog’s head!

Oh no, seduce first then kill!

Tang Si pretended not to see and continued recklessly: "At this ti, I advise you to behave yourself."

"Turn around, sit down, let treat your wound." The tone was commanding, indisputable.

It carried his dominance and wildness.

She stared into Tang Si’s eyes, deep and wild to the core, like a prairie burned to the end by wildfire, reborn at the touch of spring breeze.

Song Yi humd delicately, with a touch of feminine charm: "I’ll let you take advantage this once."

Considering your good looks.

She spoke as if she’d been wronged.

She was sensible too; if the wound wasn’t treated, it might scar, and as a woman, she loved beauty.

...

The corridor was very damp, seeming to exude moisture.

Occasionally, there was a musty sll. In this dark and damp hallway, the vibrant and charming woman and the restrained yet wild man seed sowhat out of place.

Tang Si was a cop, but he carried an aura of rebellious nobility.

Yes, a genteel elegance radiating from his bones.

When he wasn’t speaking or showing any expression, he still had this aura, never seeming hypocritical.

In fact, one might think that his lazy wildness was the disguise.

Song Yi walked upstairs side by side with Tang Si, for no other reason than the fear she’d escape.

They almost needed handcuffs to keep her in place.

Wu Wang’s room was very ssy.

The police wore gloves, shoe covers, and masks, conducting an investigation on-site.

At the door, soone knocked.

Tang Si stood there with one hand in his pocket: "What did you find?"

"Captain Tang." The head of the field investigation team, Ningxia Chuan, greeted him, holding a woman’s sheer sun-protective shirt: "It’s just this. Wu Wang loves to play, loves wildness, but he’d never bring a woman ho. It’s also impossible that it’s his mother’s, as she’s too plump to fit in it."

"The only possibility is it belongs to his girlfriend or a bed buddy."

Ningxia Chuan was a cold and tactful person, always frank with his observations.

"Did you find anything else on the scene?"

"That’s what’s strange—apart from this, there are no other won’s belongings. Perhaps the woman left it behind, or maybe he stole it from another woman."

Tang Si squinted, surveyed the room, a three-room one-hall suite, luxuriously decorated, forming a stark contrast with the hallway just now.

His gaze traveled from the room to Song Yi.

The man retrieved gloves from his pocket, put them on effortlessly.

Then, with elegant fingers, he held the sun-protective shirt up in front of Song Yi: "Is it yours?"

For a mont, Song Yi’s mind was sowhat bewildered. She presud it was because she was up so late, perhaps delirious from fatigue.

She composed herself, eyes fixed on Tang Si: "Captain Tang, do you hope it’s mine?"

Tang Si raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes deep, as thick as ink that wouldn’t dilute.

He didn’t speak, and Song Yi read the room, knowing it was ti to answer obediently.

Song Yi crossed her arms: "How could such an obviously cheap and tasteless sun-protective shirt be mine?"